his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes."Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dre..."This…"

At Tuoba Yu's words, some patriarchs looked at each other, all silent.

Although, in the slave race, the vast majority of beings are devoutly faithful to fate and the creator god.

But some tribal leaders know, perhaps the so-called gods are just people who are a little more powerful.

Now, they face what is most likely the Imperial Clan!

And the Imperial Clan, in their eyes, had already become an existence comparable to gods.

Can the gods they believe in, so ethereal and intangible, really help them

Seeing the reactions of some clan leaders, Tuoba Yu's face immediately darkened.

"What, do you not believe the gods can help us through this crisis"

"Remember the first rule of the Fate Alliance"

"Remember, remember, to always believe in Fate and the Creator God, and devoutly praise his name." All the chieftains bowed their heads.

"That's all you need to know, go now!" said Tuo Ba Yu.

Soon, a solemn sacrificial ceremony began.

Millions of slave creatures, surrounded the altar of sacrifice.

Paying homage with utmost reverence.

At the same time, in other major states, many enslaved beings were also worshipping and praying.

Because Tuoba Yu was the source of this uprising.

If they failed, other uprisings elsewhere would naturally die out.

These slave creatures were oblivious to it.

Their devout faith, through the towers of sacrifice, spread outward, becoming an invisible torrent of light.

Seeds of faith from the cosmos poured into Jun Xiaoyao's inner universe.

Around the same time.

In another part of the Tianmu Grand State Plains.

There are also troops stationed there.

The

They numbered few, barely over two hundred thousand in all, a paltry sum compared to the teeming hordes of the slave race.

But they are not only well-equipped but also possess a generally high level of cultivation.

The most important thing is that they have many top-tier experts.

Even powerful figures such as Xuanzun and Shenzun are stationed in the rear.

This is not a war.

...but a massacre!

In the center of the camp.

In the void.

There was an incredibly luxurious and massive palace ship.

Just looking at this building ship, it's clear that this is not something the royal family could have built.

At this moment, inside the floating ship.

Carvings adorn the beams, and there is an abundant spiritual energy, like mist swirling.

In the depths, there is a throne.

Upon the throne sat a man.

He was clad in a loose robe, his skin as pale as marble.

The five senses are very handsome, a pair of eyes, no white, is entirely black.

Like two black holes, bottomless and devoid of any light.

His hair is also very long, trailing to the ground, and his whole appearance has a unique and striking presence.

And at his feet, stood several figures.

And there was another woman, dressed in a blood-red gown and with an incredibly alluring face, leaning against the man on the throne, feeding him spirit fruit.

She is the Blood Spirit Saintess of the Blood Spirit Royal Family.

And the Blood Spirit Royal Clan is one of these five major royal clans.

It's conceivable that a handmaiden could be at the service of a saint.

It goes without saying that this man's status and background are extraordinary.

"It's still the Emperor who is merciful, giving those slave pigs seven days to consider. If it were me, I would have exterminated them all directly."

A burly man, with muscles like iron and blood-red demonic runes etched across his body, spoke.

One of his arms was blade-like, incredibly sharp.

He is the genius of the Dao Arm Asura Clan, and also one of the geniuses of the Five Pulse Royal Clans.

And the man who had been called the Son of Heaven, chuckled softly and said dismissively.

"With so many creatures, it would take some time to deal with them all."

"This emperor's descendant will be going to the matchmaking ceremony of the Di Clan in Tushan, I don't have time to waste here, I need to finish refining my Devouring God Ring."

As the man spoke, he raised his hand, and a ring of light materialized in his palm.

It seemed like a black hole, capable of devouring all living things.

Several noble princes witnessing this scene felt a chill run down their spines and hurriedly lowered their heads.

Because they knew this man was no saint.

He is the Divine Son of the Devouring God Clan.

One of the Seven Emperors from a Distant Land!

The Devourer race is rare.

Its true form is an extremely rare devourer of gods.

This tribe, in prehistoric times, was said to be able to devour gods!

It is one of the few that can rival divine insects like the Divine Ant, Ten Transformations Silkworm, and Primordial Royal Butterfly.

This clan is almost extinct in the fairy realm.

But in the alien world, it persisted, forming the Devourer race.

And the innate divine ability of this clan is its terrifying power of devouring!

Even some royal bodies and divine bodies have records of being devoured by the Devourer.

Visible how domineering and unrivaled the devouring power of this clan is.

And this Devouring God's Son is precisely because of this, able to become one of the Seven Little Emperors of the Otherworld.

His divine weapon, the Devouring God Ring, wanted to advance further, it had to devour all spirits.

And just as the Nu tribe rebelled, hundreds of millions of living beings in his eyes were just the resources for refining his divine weapons.

As the God-Devouring Emperor, he casually summoned the Five Pulse Clans to fight for him.

"What, are you afraid that this Emperor will swallow you"

Looking at the royal prodigy who was bowing his head and trembling slightly, the Devouring God Son let out a cold snort.

"Of course not." One proud disciple, forcing himself to speak, was terrified in his heart.

This Demigod, who devours gods, has devoured countless prodigies.

He loved to devour those prodigies with special bloodline constitutions the most.

"Rest assured, this emperor has no interest in you. You just need to help me kill those slaves and refine the Devourer's Ring. You'll get your rewards when the time comes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

All prodigies surrender.

The blood spirit saintess beside him massaged the shoulders of the Demonic God Heir while saying.

"By the way, my Lord, this servant heard that those pig-like slaves worship a god called 'God of Fate and Creation'."

"And their cultivation levels surged, seemingly related to the bestowal of divine arts from that deity."

The Devouring Godchild, hearing this, shook his head and sneered coldly: "Fate and the Creator God How ridiculous. Who has such a big mouth to claim they represent fate and creation"

"I can't stand it, it's those charlatans fooling people again."

"By then, I'll wipe them all out. Let's see if their so-called gods will come to their rescue."

The Devourer Godchild didn't care at all about this.

To want to be a charlatan is one thing, but to claim to wield destiny and creation as your authority That's not a name an ordinary person could come up with.

"After the Divine Devouring Ring is refined, I'll go to the matchmaking event and see if I can find one or two beautiful wives."

"As for that War God Chaotic Body, it is truly tempting. If I could devour him, I would definitely become the strongest among the younger generation of the alien race, but it's too dangerous to provoke him."

For the Devourer, the fastest way to evolve is to devour various bloodline physiques.

The chaotic body is undoubtedly the most precious ultimate panacea.

Even a single drop of primordial blood is worth more than millions of lives of those slave races.

It's a pity that even the Son of the Devouring God can only think about it temporarily.

To truly kill the Chaos Body, he's not yet qualified.

Seven days passed quickly.

Backed by the army of the Five Veins Royal Clan, who served the Demigod Emperor, they marched in a mighty tide toward the stronghold of the Slave Race Destiny Alliance.

And the Slave race, after seven days of prayer, was also prepared to fight to the death.

Just as the great war was about to erupt.

In the teleportation array of Tianmu State, the figures of Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao, being able to control Tuo Buyu, immediately discovered some information.

"The Five Pulse Clans are besieging us, someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes."

"Let me see, who has the guts to stand in my way"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were deep and his gaze was cold as he looked at the vast battlefield in the distance, where dust and smoke swirled.

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